Sunday

29 Aug

It’s Sunday

The lord’s day

and the clock reads eleven.

The virgin Mary guides me

to the big rock candy mountain,

a destination of fate

of love

of–

something devine.

And he calls

at momentary perfection

completing the illusion

For,

I finally realize

like the precious stones

my own identity

is nothing,

without polish and discovery.

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